Lazy, Sassy, and Gay

Everbody’s a Critic

Whilst cooking up a big pot of lentils tonight (because I am apparently a lesbian,) I was overtaken with the urge to burst into a rendition of Boogie Fever (because I am actually a fifty-something gay man.) Who knows why? These things are beyond a mere mortal’s ken. More annoying was my cat’s annoying reaction. He turned tail and bolted from the room, before I even got to the first chorus and way before I started shaking my groove thang. Bitch. We’ll see how tough he is on Friday when I take him down to get his claws clipped.

Also irritating is the reappearance of the dread Blogger’s Comments Spam. I had eliminated the requirement for word verification from my commentors because I like comments and I wanted to make placing them as easy as possible. But now that They have found me again (Here’s the comment from earlier today: We [url=http://www.onlinecraps.gd]free casino bonus[/url] be suffering with a corpulent library of unqualifiedly free casino games for you to challenge opportunely here in your browser. Whether you pine for to practice a table encounter strategy or scarcely sample exposed a occasional late slots before playing for legitimate filthy lucre, we procure you covered. These are the rigid uniform games that you can with at veritable online casinos and you can play them all representing free. Uh, thanks.) I need to go back in and crank the security level back up to Def Con Orange.

Also, I think I saw Wade Neff, porn mega star and all round hairy guy, at my coffee place this afternoon. And I downloaded an app to play Yahtzee on my phone.

So, all in all, not a bad day.

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About mrpeenee

A former bon vivant and terror of a number of New Orleans bars in the mad, gay 1980s, I'm now quietly retired and widowed in San Francisco. I have a crooked nose due to an unfortunate Frisbee accident.

Oh drat…I was so hoping that this story would end with you and Wade playing Yahtzee on your phones, not knowing each other, but growing to like each other…and then finally meeting at the coffee house, whereupon you shyly ask him to a lovely homecooked dinner of lentils.And then it's LOVE (or farting…or both)Like Sleepless in Seattle or something.